We're definitely moving to a new and smaller place now. I can't wait! Oh, sure, I'm going to miss all my friends but the bright side is, I might study at Stephen's school. I can't wait. Stephen must be totally psychic or something because never once have I mentioned that I am in a search for a potential boyfriend. But when I talked to him on the phone last night, he said that he's already got three cute, single guys for me. One is a soccer varsity member, the other is a basketball varsity member and the last has no honors or anything like that. Whoa. I wonder how he knew. That is so sweet of him; I haven't even moved and he's already thinking of the people he's going to introduce me to. Oh, and the other good thing is, Chris might also move to Stephen's school so maybe moving isn't such a sucky thing after all.

I went to the mall today to buy khaki cargo pants, and I am sad to report that there has been an increase in obesity of the people. Sure, I'm glad that they've got more clothes in their size. But honestly. Didn't fashion designers ever think that toothpicks like myself also want to wear baggy, cargo, khaki pants? I spent like an hour walking around, trying to find the perfect pair of baggy, cargo, khaki pants but my search was in vain. There wasn't any in my size. Those that had my size were of the girly variety--tight-fitting or bootleg. For goodness sakes, nobody wears bootleg pants anymore! Out of desperation, I almost bought a pair of men's pants but they too, didn't have any in my size. How freaky. But there was still one store--my last-resort store--that I haven't checked out yet and if they don't have any baggy cargo pants for girls, then that means I am forced to wear girly pants for the rest of my demented life. I hate being a girl.

Since everyone else is putting up their wish list, might as well put mine up too. I honestly don't know what I want for Christmas. I already asked a couple of friends to buy me nail polish and the CD of this and that, but that's it. What I really, truly want, is a tad expensive and it would be truly kapal (thick) of me to ask any of my friends to give the following to me. So this is for my mom and dad to buy me.

I swear, I didn't feel like myself today. Like I was unaware of my actions or something. When I went to mass with my family this evening, I thought I saw John Kim and I was like, uh-oh. But it turned out to be someone else. And when mass was over, I hurried out of the church with my sister when I spotted a guy walking who looked like Stephen. And so I was like, "Stephen! Hey Stephen!" But when the guy turned around, I realized that I made a fatal mistake. He wasn't Stephen. Good thing I didn't run over and tapped him on the shoulder; that would have been really embarassing. In order to save my ass, I continued blabbing away to my sister and acting as if I never knew anyone named Stephen in my entire life. And then finally, I thought I saw Cyril in this restaurant we ate in after church but it turned out to be another guy. Is it just me, or do we all have an identical twin roaming somewhere in this planet? It is so weird that I have seen three total strangers who look just like the three people I know. I hope this isn't a bad sign or anything.

For some weird reason, I've been feeling like I'm a hopeless romantic these days, and I don't know why. I must still love him.

'Later!